Lyrics:
Jewelry really cold, got me really froze
Like J. Cole, I think my neighbors know I'm sellin' wholes
Me and the white girl just eloped (hah)
Same day,
Gangsta
J.I.D, whoa shit, whoa shit, whoa shit
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney
Please, please
Get off my dick, get off my dick
.40 my hip,
go (there he go)
Yeah, that's him, paid an arm and a limb for him
'Cause they know the hoes jump out the gym for him (go)
Gucci Mane and J. Cole
Carolina, I heard of named J. Cole (Cole)
And they say they delayed his flight, so they gotta Photoshop him in
I hope this shit look right (I hope it right)
dishonor
They killin' niggas for J's, that's death over designer
Hey Cole heatin' up like that left-over lasagna
Remember when I used to be stressed over
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
with another man
You given yo diesel and she blowin' a hundred grand
Goin' shoppin', call Cochran, tell Cato to take the stand
He took me to set it off
Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah
Roll, roll one up
Got a J, make a plane, now we goin' up
All day, every day, we ain't
over piranha, death over dishonor
They killin niggas for J's, that's death over designer
Hey Cole heatin' up like that left-over lasagna
Remember when I
what you was goin' through
How could you be so strong?
And how could I be so selfish, I know I can be so selfish
I could tell by how I treat you with
me, yea sheh a super freak
When we ball off in tha club poppin' bottles of patron,
Don hulion man we got it goin' on,
Yea, we got it goin' on!
on the corner where the J's at
Roll up in a four by four, pull up at the corner store
Look man, I got red in my drink when I pour up soda
I remember prayin'
Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car
Shot down like a dog in broad daylight
Was a matter of timing and the timing was right
You
years off 'cause my shit is timeless (yeah)
My core got my back so I'm standing on my promise (right)
Theses niggas only backed by they labels, they all
nights had no songs
Why, because the D.J. was gone
Smiles you used to dance and sing around
Now were replaced by frowns
And it was up to me to solve
Killmonger, that's a born sinner
Only ever time I go female J. Cole on it
Everything out here got base on it
Strings attached, Dre Chronic, rat-a-tat-tat,
going down, I'm just repping for my town
Off a cup of C-J Gibson, man I'm faded off to Brown
And I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around
See
J. Lo
Philly gettin closer
Stuntin' like I'm supposed to
Stop me ?
Philly gettin closer
Stuntin' like I'm supposed to
Stop me ?
When you make it
wait, wait, okay, Watson, Watson, stop
'Cause this nigga J. Cole, he done grew some dreads
He think he smoke now
Pass the blunt, nigga, stop rappin'
K I'm talkin' Ray J
Makin' love to money on da interstate
Can't keep my hands off her we on a dinner date
I'm makin' love to my money shawty keep
Most definitely created by me
Goin' down in radio history
I'm good to go on your radio
And I'm cold gettin' paid 'cause Rick said so
Make the woofers
fact this jam is def
Most definitely created by me
Goin' down in radio history
I'm good to go on your radio
And I'm cold gettin' paid cause Rick said
still pull off a New York walk by
Keep tryin' talk fly
I talk fly, verbalize a pilot
Poetic fertilizer that's lyrical shit
Hip-hop die but we
arms open wide
In the zone, caught off and I'm floatin' by
In the zone, in this life, arms open wide
In the zone, let's go up
Baby, yeah we can go
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